Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8477: Escape _1

Leng Feng gazed at Da Jiuzhi's retreating silhouette, yet he refrained from giving chase. He was fully aware that his own power matched Da Jiuzhi's closely. The cause of Da Jiuzhi's withdrawal today stemmed from his concern over the island elders stepping in. On top of that, this spot belonged to the Dark Ghost Sect's domain. Unleashing his full might here risked stirring up the Dark Ghost Sect's anger, which could prevent him from ever getting back to Poisonous Insect Valley.

Da Jiuzhi wasn't some idiot. He'd struck at Leng Feng precisely because a crowd was observing. Backing off right away upon spotting Leng Feng would tarnish Poisonous Insect Valley's name. Thus, he needed to strike and then pull back unscathed. In doing so, he safeguarded Poisonous Insect Valley's honor while also upholding the Dark Ghost Sect's dignity. This fellow always handled matters with careful measure.

Yet Leng Feng quickly shoved the issue from his mind. He spun around to eye Zhao Hai, encircled by several Dark Ghost Sect disciples. Zhao Hai kept his smile plastered on, glancing at Leng Feng with a nod. Spotting that look on Zhao Hai's face made Leng Feng narrow his eyes involuntarily. He could already sense Zhao Hai wasn't feeble. What stood out most was how Zhao Hai held his presence steady. Amid all this tension, Zhao Hai managed to grin. It was truly remarkable that he stayed so calm.

Leng Feng approached Zhao Hai step by step. Zhao Hai remained rooted, while the Dark Ghost Sect disciples encircling him parted to let him through. Leng Feng halted roughly ten meters from Zhao Hai. He scrutinized Zhao Hai thoroughly and rumbled deeply, "You're Zou Xiao?"

Zhao Hai grinned and replied, "I'm Zou Xiao. If you're after the Ghostwind Bandits' treasure, then sorry. I truly have no clue where it hides. You've got the wrong guy. I hold no beef with the Dark Ghost Sect. It's downright unfair for you to block my path."

Leng Feng eyed Zhao Hai and let out a snort. "You've got a slick mouth. Anyone can see you're no saint. But talk's cheap. Best you come with me to the Dark Ghost Sect. Whether you know a thing about the Ghostwind Bandits' treasures isn't my call. The sect elders will sort that out. I suggest you don't fight back. Otherwise, I swear you won't leave this Ghost Market alive today."

Zhao Hai shook his head with a wry smile. "Truth is, I have zero desire to clash with the Dark Ghost Sect. But you lot won't buy what I say. If I tag along to the Dark Ghost Sect, you'll slap me with the soul-searching technique for sure. That'd spell my doom. So I can't join you. Looks like we've only got one option left. Divine Secret Finger, Pear Blossom in the Storm!" Even as the words left his lips, Zhao Hai jabbed out with a finger.

With that jab, a clear finger shot from Zhao Hai's hand. It burst apart right after, morphing into a shower of glowing specks that blanketed Leng Feng and his group. Zhao Hai's strike caught everyone off guard. Neither the loose cultivators nor Leng Feng saw it coming. He never imagined Zhao Hai would have the nerve to lash out in this setup. The kid was way too daring.

Still, Leng Feng's battle savvy ran deep. Though taken aback briefly, he flipped the tide fast and bellowed, "Brat, how dare you!" As he yelled, his hands flew into action without delay. He swung the large banner he gripped, planting it as a shield before him. The banner stirred on its own, swirling wildly to sweep up those glowing flecks.

A thunderous crash echoed, trailed by several cries of agony. The force hurled Leng Feng's body backward. Zhao Hai had timed his assault perfectly, while Leng Feng scrambled to counter. He couldn't hold firm against it and staggered back several paces. The Dark Ghost Sect disciples nearby lacked his swift reflexes. They failed to fend off Zhao Hai's onslaught and got pelted by the light shower. Their bodies riddled with gaping wounds, they wailed in torment before collapsing dead on the spot.

As he stumbled back, Leng Feng witnessed his fellow sect members slain right before his eyes. His face twisted in fury, and he snarled icily, "Brat, you've got some nerve. I'll ensure you meet a gruesome end." With those words, he flicked the banner, summoning dark clouds in the heavens, poised to strike at Zhao Hai.

But just then, Zhao Hai's voice rang out. "Hundred Changes of Divine Armament, Quicksand Escape!" At his command, Zhao Hai pointed downward. The solid stone floor liquefied into shifting sands. Zhao Hai's form plunged into the sands and vanished from sight.

Leng Feng's features warped in shock at the sight. He huffed coldly and barked, "Kid, think you can flee?" The dark cloud reshaped into a massive hand that slashed toward the earth. A deafening boom followed, carving a thirty-foot crater in the ground. Yet Zhao Hai was nowhere to be seen.

The dark cloud faded, exposing Leng Feng once more. He stood rigid, his expression grim beneath the obscuring black robe. Though his face stayed hidden, the seething rage radiating from Leng Feng chilled every loose cultivator present. They instinctively drew back. They grasped that Leng Feng burned with wrath now. Should he vent on them, it'd spell disaster. So they yearned to slip away fast.

Leng Feng ignored the rogue cultivators entirely. He simply flicked his wrist, sending a black gleam streaking out. It vanished in an instant. Leng Feng held his ground. Moments later, a green gleam zipped in and landed in his grasp. His spiritual force probed the green light, which dissolved at once. Leng Feng's eyes gleamed as he boomed, "All of you, hear this! Zou Xiao may have slipped from the Ghost Market, but he's likely still inside Dark Ghost Sect lands. Doesn't matter if you're lone wolves or sect members. Capture Zhao Hai or spot his trail, report to the Dark Ghost Sect, and we'll shower you with rewards. Here's how to track him. Get to it!"

With that, Leng Feng gestured, and a stone slab materialized on the ground. He etched a cultivation method onto its surface. Then he gathered the fallen Dark Ghost Sect disciples' bodies and departed. The moment he was gone, the loose cultivators swarmed the slab to scan its inscriptions. Reading them revealed exactly how to hunt Zhao Hai.

Tracking Zhao Hai proved straightforward enough. Though Zhao Hai had slain Wen Liyi in mere moments, he'd taken down numerous legendary venomous insects along the way. Upon dying, those insects imprinted a lingering aura onto Zhao Hai's body. This aura marked a innate trait of the legendary venomous insects—nothing fancy, but once it clung to someone, it couldn't be shaken off. Outsiders might miss this aura entirely, blind to its presence. But Poisonous Insect Valley folks could pick it up. They wielded a unique method to sense it. Earlier, Da Jiuzhi had relied on this very technique to locate Zhao Hai.

The black gleam Leng Feng unleashed before was meant to reach Da Jiuzhi. His demand was clear: surrender the tracking method, or face the Dark Ghost Sect's full pursuit. Da Jiuzhi had little choice but to comply.

The method was dead simple, and Leng Feng mastered it on the spot. Once he did, he scanned the area first, wary that Zhao Hai might've hidden among the throng by sheer bad luck. Had that been true, sharing the technique would've tipped Zhao Hai off. Luckily, no sign of Zhao Hai appeared, easing his mind. Then he disseminated the method, enlisting hordes to chase Zhao Hai down.

Zhao Hai remained oblivious to all this. He'd already quitted the Ghost Market and plunged into the Blood Sea. He avoided tapping the spatial zone to watch the Ghost Market's events. He knew full well that while no top-tier powerhouses roamed the Ghost Market, it sat firmly in Dark Ghost Sect territory, swarming with countless loose cultivators. Those rogues might lack raw might, but their tricks were endless. Discovering his spatial zone secret would heap on far worse woes. Hence, he shunned his space abilities. Naturally, he stayed in the dark about the Ghost Market's developments.

Still, Zhao Hai puzzled over how Da Jiuzhi had pinpointed him. He rummaged thoroughly but found no trace of any odor on himself, leaving him stunned. Truth was, the aura from those legendary venomous insects differed from human scents. It resembled an intangible odor, undetectable by nose alone. Only a specific spell could reveal it. That's how Da Jiuzhi had zeroed in on Zhao Hai.

Since Zhao Hai lacked this knowledge, he couldn't grasp that a spell-detectable aura had betrayed him. Yet this realization drove home the point: the Blood Sea Realm teemed with masters bearing endless ploys. A single slip, like deploying spatial power openly, could unleash dire fallout.

He couldn't help but exhale in relief. Good thing he'd rarely invoked his spatial power till now. Otherwise, peril would've loomed large. The Blood Sea Realm's mighty ones were overwhelmingly potent. They could detect his spatial fluctuations, courting disaster. But Zhao Hai understood he could safely store or retrieve items without issue. The space's ripple mimicked common spatial artifacts. Even its subtle variances echoed those celestial tools with inner realms, raising no alarms. Using spatial power for combat or spying via space spells, though—that might draw sharp eyes, landing him in hot water.

Zhao Hai glided steadily through the Blood Sea. He needed to plot his next moves. If Da Jiuzhi could trail him, others might follow suit. Then he'd face a relentless manhunt from masses. What then? Skulk in the Blood Sea forever? No way that'd fly. So what was the play?